In the beginning our nights were spent in a daze of dope-induced calm. Where silence became the symphony we perfected.
Eventually, we spoke. Intricately detailing our lives. The waking nightmares of a thousand sleepless days. Our mouths took turns at curving in horror.

We lulled each other to sleep with our words.

We shared a bond. Him and I. Drugs and me. Addiction and him. Heroin and him and I.